On the bank of a chalk stream night bright and clear
Where herons stalk and swans appear
Through morning mist at break of day
A woman threw her life away
Had she like some, lost sight of hope
Lost her love – couldn’t cope
What might have led her to decide
To lay down by that riverside
And laying there ‘neath God’s own sky
And with his angels standing by
Took poisons cruel ‘til life was done
And the stars from all the heavens gone
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Very moving, at least you have had feelings for her, even if no one else had. Colin J...